| All of a tremble
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| You can feel their poison arrows
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| Have left their mark
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| Higher and higher
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| Wanna seize the day
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| While you’re waiting for the dark
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| You’re running from the disdain
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| You know this time
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| You won’t turn around
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| Chasing an illusion, disillusion
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| Desire leading, downward bound
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| Into the black
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| You are tracing the riddle
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| Where no man’s been
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| No turning back
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| No more lost in the middle
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| Never again, never again
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| Once you have opened your eyes
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| Down in the dark you’ll be crossing the line
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| I’m a believer on the receiving end
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| Of the bat they hold with grace
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| Dead to the voices of the anxious
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| Timid of him who must not be named
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| Enticing me away now as the sun sets
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| To the truth that lies beyond
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| I’m chasing an illusion, an illusion
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| Revelation I’m coming home
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| Into the black
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| You are tracing the riddle
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| Where no man’s been
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| No turning back
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| No more lost in the middle
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| Never again, never again
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| Once you have opened your eyes
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| Down in the dark you’ll be crossing the line
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| You turn your back on the one
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| Willing to make up his mind
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| No you never stood in my shoes
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| Evil versus divine
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| You’re feeling drawn to purity
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| Like a moth to the flame
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| Light at the end of the tunnel
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| Strange how the voice of the savior
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| Roars like a train
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| Into the black
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| You are tracing the riddle
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| Where no man’s been
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| No turning back
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| No more lost in the middle
|
| Never again, never again
|
| Once you have opened your eyes
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| Down in the dark you’ll be crossing the line |